Tag: short story
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Mr. Pitts
Clowns are people. Real people. No bullshit. Believe it or not, our lives don’t begin and end under the big top. We have homes, wives, parents, children, friends, and ups & downs. Just like you, we have lives. We have names, too. Brace yourselves, but Bozo, Blinky, and Clarabelle are stage names. For example, my…
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Candle Mustard
The mail carrier had come early that day, and Melissa rushed out to see what he’d brought. There was a shiny looking envelope hand-lettered in magenta Candle Mustard — their signature font. “Oh, God,” she mumbled. “Not another damn Sublimity Party.” Sure enough, it was. And for that coming Saturday, no less. “Crap! I’m so…
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The Stranger
It wasn’t my fault. I swear to God, it wasn’t. I was on my way to New York. Everything was going along fine, just like it had a hundred times before. It was a clear day–good flying weather. Suddenly whoever was at the controls wasn’t there anymore. A stranger had taken over. I became dizzy…
aka, The Abject Muse 